dyl’s review published on Letterboxd:
this is type of movie where it finishes and you sit on the boot of your grandpa’s car and watch the sunset and the clouds melt away with the sun, while you write your thoughts down on paper.
There’s a plane flying overhead. Straight from Roma it would seem. I think I understand now. Planes are a symbol of something better, a holiday for example. But in Roma they just fly over, much like they do, much like one did only a moment ago. They are a symbol of life. The panning between in place to another, one moment to another. We all live, and we all have lived.
- from one of my notebooks